musicians of old

Chapter 161 Eyes on the Rails
"Then you... try to buy a lottery ticket?"

Hearing Joan's words, a strange expression appeared on Fanning's face.

He thought for a while and then said: "Whoever really heard it should wake everyone up and talk about it. How can there be such a coincidence."

"All right."

After the two little girls said good night to him, they got into the door of the next room.

Fanning rushed into the bathroom, changed into his nightgown after washing and asked the laundryman to collect the clothes, walked to the window table in the guest room, turned on the gas lamp at hand, and put the notepad, notebook, pen in the briefcase Take them out one by one.

The pages that have been turned over recently are not orchestral scores or piano scores.

They are all single-line bass clefs.

".I am still following in the footsteps of the great musicians. If the giant is dead, the hero is dead, or I am dying, what is the past that allows the dead to lie solemnly under garlands and bouquets?"

"I don't know the reason or the result, but I can at least describe the process and the scene. I must write a sound poem or symphonic poem 'similar to a funeral march' to mourn for him, so that the audience can observe from a higher perspective. The entire life of the deceased is reflected in the immaculate mirror."

The nib is lifted from the ink, and next to the bass clef, three flats are drawn one by one.

"I chose C minor as a tribute to Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny."

Then, the pen in Fanning's hand flew across the music paper.

"Here the funeral of a hero does not take place in a church or a garden. It should not be mournful and sad. It should be in a tragic battlefield or a sacred place of interrogation."

His handwriting is very scribbled, and from time to time he also draws rough horizontal lines on the hotel guest opinion book next to him, writing some tentative messy things, those note heads are not filled and round, and the stems and tails drag long The sticky ink lines make it impossible to see the specific rhythm duration, but only reflect the pitch relationship between each other.

"I need at least 10 double basses for this piece. No, 14!"

Some fragments of inspiration accumulated during the day's driving are now turned into chilling and rough sub-bass motivation fragments.

A piece of waste manuscript was torn to pieces and floated backwards like snowflakes. What was transcribed in my score book after forming was the original shape and three deformations of the motivational fragment. Their structure was somewhat reduced, and the tonality There are some changes, but all concentrated in the bass region.

They are not the theme of the presentation part of the tone poem, but similar to the material of the introduction part of the "First Symphony", but it has a completely different temperament from the quiet and ethereal, high-pitched and distant "breathing motive" like the cry of a cuckoo.

First, it's muffled, and fast.

However, it is not the same as the fast notes in common tunes. Those notes are often long lines of melody, but in Fanning's pen at this time, it is separated by a large number of rests.

Its movement is fractured, each component is sometimes in complete form, and sometimes in broken form, wandering and sweeping under the shadows, shining the black light of sharp aura.

The interspersed combination of extreme stillness and extreme movement finally constitutes the kind of deterrent and interrogative, overwhelming and even violent opening artistic conception that Fanning had imagined before.

Very dramatic, enough to penetrate the soul of the audience at the beginning.

"The introductory material of this 'Funeral March' may be called—" Fan Ning's eyes sparkled with golden light.

"Interrogation of motives."

"Even if the introduction is over, the 'interrogation motive' should not disappear. Even if the first theme of the future is presented by me, it should continue to wander and sweep in the bass area, forming a torrential polyphonic counterpoint, because it It is the keynote that runs through the funeral march...Every deceased should be questioned solemnly before being buried, why he was born, how he was born, and what kind of past is worth remembering."

Under the influence of inspiration, the gas lights flickered throughout the room, and the shadows of objects flickered. This is a new invisible force derived from the cleansing quality of the "Giant" symphony. It has not yet materialized, but The unknown factors hidden in nothingness seem to have a tendency to break out and be uprooted.

As early as the beginning of this year, Fan Ning had been promoted to the middle rank, and the premiere of "The First Symphony" brought about a huge change in him. The feeling was different from the reappearance of previous life music simply "inspired by the intensity"—because Lacking more advanced esoteric knowledge, it is difficult for Fanning to describe it accurately, and he can only roughly think that it is a change in "spiritual characteristics" or the sublimation of his "artistic personality".

Of course, it also brings an increase in the intensity of inspiration.

With the accumulation of the "First Symphony", Fan Ning predicted that when the "E minor Violin Concerto" reappeared, he might be able to try to spy on the high-level realm and grasp the invisible power of inspiration.At that time, when facing the external environment with uncertain risks, I will have more confidence.

"It was born out of the impulse and imagination of the journey back to the source. It sprouted at this time and was born here. This is history."

Although there are only rows of individual bass clefs, Fanning solemnly wrote the provisional title in place of the title: Funeral March in C Minor.

After noting a few brief harmonic progressions below the motive piece, Fanning closed the score book.

Inspiration is still full, but it no longer gushes out wantonly, and the lights and light and shadows in the room become stable.

Feeling a little tired, Fan Ning stood up and leaned forward, opened the golden floral curtain, and pushed open the glass window with gorgeous embossed decorations.

The place he was looking at was the northern suburb of the small town of Gogol. The location of the hotel made the front view very wide. Idyllic farmsteads, ponds and paths.

Furthermore, it is a section of railway track that is similar to a "zigzag" shape, and the node of merging and changing tracks is just in the opposite direction.

The scattered and dim gas street lamps stop here, lying quietly in the dark night, like the dark brown textures on the earth, although they are abandoned fragments, at least in Fanning's field of vision, there is no beginning and end.

Suddenly, Fan Ning, who was looking at the window, seemed to have an electric current rushing through his body, and his scalp suddenly went numb.

The night grew darker, the breeze stopped suddenly, the windows of the farmhouse blinked, and the halos of the gas lamps beside the path cast white mist.

And there seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him on the rails!

This is a strange sense of déjà vu. His intuition tells Fanning that there is no threat of extreme malice on the other side of the night, nor is there any dangerous knowledge that can destroy cognition. Cold, tingling scalp.

There seemed to be something reorganized in the air. Looking again, the night was still normal, the breeze was still blowing, the farm windows were soaked in orange warm light, and the dark brown abandoned railroad tracks lay on the ground as usual.

There are no eyes, nothing on the rails.

"Could it be that my inspiration just now was too high?" Fanning was a little confused.

The light of first-knowledge let the surrounding summer temperature flow to itself, penetrate the etheric body, and condense on the clothes and skin. In just one breath, Fanning's cold skin became warm as before.

In the summer night, there was only the sound of insects. After turning off the gas lamp, he threw himself on the big soft bed, kicked the quilt aside, and fell asleep in his pajamas.

It should have been a long time, when he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a "Woo!——".

Suddenly awakened, Fanning jumped up from the bed, almost at the same time, his figure arrived at the window in front of the desk.

Above the railroad tracks, the first thing I saw were two beams of white light like searchlights.

Then he discovered that the place where the light started had the shape of a locomotive!

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